THE RUGGED ISLE

 

The channel glistened

With silver strands

Beneath the early summer sun

Its waves broke gently white

Below the green topped cliffs of chalk

The sky of azure blue

Was clear and appeared limitless

But on the distant horizon

Storm clouds gathered

Though these clouds bore no rain

And would not bring a summer squall

Storm and tempest were imminent

The sky became filled with sinister formations

Like foreboding flocks

Of migrating duck or geese

But these were not of natures sending

This malevolent swarm

Scarring the clear June sky

These were of mans conception

Heading for England’s shores

To cross its wondrous tapestry

Spread casually across the land

Like a vast quilted patchwork

And when upon this landscape

Easy on the eye

Did the bombs of evil fall

Shattering the peace

Of our rugged isle

Splitting the earth

And breaking bodies

Its spirit did not break

Its people stood firm

Defiant in Satan's face

Withstanding hells fire

And brimstone smoke

And spat in Hitler’s eye